Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The crowd watched as Dakota elegantly sat on his Nine-tailed fox back who successfully defeated the Cursed Gorilla. Dakota smirked. "Frederick hasn't surrendered yet, so why don't my Daisy attack him?" The crowd heard her loud and clear. They were frozen since a while ago when Dakota started attacking. Blue spirit energy was on her hands and that only means she is a Blue Rank Cultivator. Base on how deep the blue is, they knew that she's at the Blue Rank Intermediate level! They were shocked and nervous. Just a while ago, they were giving a lot of hate comments on Dakota and the Eudoxcus Clan.

A frightening pain swiftly spread throughout his body. The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out. "Die..." With unprecedented cruelty on Mu Chenglin's face, Dark Blue Hand suppressed Zephyr Khan again. "This Dark Blue Hand is a supreme martial arts technique that is infinitely close to the Lower Body attunement. Zephyr Khan, you're dead meat!" As his figure staggered, his Zephyr Khan suddenly accelerated. At this time, he felt as if his own blood was boiling. He felt great pain, as if his flesh was about to be torn apart. However, at this time, he couldn't give up.

The broad General chuckled heartily, “You see, Artemis… not everything in this world is about the physical. Uh, let’s just say that I have some supernatural help.” Gods, finally. She had the vile man where she wanted him all along. They were finally making progress! “Supernatural help?” She repeated in mock confusion. “As in you’ve been cursed too?” “No! The gods forbid that.” He spat vehemently. “Somebody has been helping me out… a witch.” He finally confessed, a proud gleam in his eerily blue eyes. He didn’t know why he was telling her all of this— telling her things that nobody knew about… yes, not even his soldiers. Maybe it was because he was already smitten by her.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Not caring about my body thrashing and struggling. Untill I go still under him. Laying immobile. His heavy breaths audible in my ears as I look up at the ceiling. Why? Why did this had to happen? Why couldn't I stop him? I promised myself not to be like them...then why? "Fuc*!" I hear him curse as he retreats. His eyes changing colour from pitch dark to his normal blue ones. Showing he was struggling to get back control. But the damage was already done now.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

Blue created a circle of which she sat in, a little wooden bowl was in front of her still in the circle. Cane watched her wondering exactly what she was doing, she passed a knife to him and he stared at her questionably. “Don’t you want to break the curse, I need your blood for that” she said. He caught the palm of his hand and a drop of his blood fell into the bowl. “I need more” she said and he cut himself again, Blue got the knife from him and also cut herself releasing only a drop of her blood.

In the next second, countless locusts surrounded Fane, who still stood in place. Seeing that, Guzman scoffed and said, "I've never seen someone who wants to die as much as you do. The technique I'm using, the Blood Curse is a lower ultimate god rank technique. There's no way useless trash like you have ever touched a technique of this level. "How would you know how strong it is? Brat, when you're in hell, don't blame me. Blame yourself for being ignorant of how strong second-grade worlds are!" The moment he said that, he heard a crack in front. Guzman widened his eyes as a dark light appeared where the locusts were. After that, a stinging sound was heard coming from where the locusts were, s